A New Toy
#21 of The Griffon of Paradise: The Full Account
Day 103
I found a new toy while I was putting the ruins back together. Funny how stuff like that works out, isn't it?
I had a couple dildos and even a wand or two back in ... Griffonstone, yeah that's the place. Blanked on the name for a moment, had to go back and look. Way more fun to get off with those than just my hand. Course, that's what I was stuck with here. Until now, that is.
I'd just finished on that wall with the paintings. There's more on the other side. Buncha symbols and glyphs that might be decoration or writing, I dunno. Anyways, I'd just lifted up another big stone when something fell out from under it.
Like everything else here, it's made of stone. But it's really smooth and polished, unlike the rough rocks making up these walls and floors. Heh, and it's also long, curved, and round in all the right ways. Got all hot just turning it over in my hands, and just touching it left a prickling sensation on my skin. Probably from the excitement.
Okay, I'll admit what I did next was pretty stupid. Can just hear Grandpa Gruff now lecturing me about not knowing where this cock-rock's been. But I was too horny to care, and I took it back to my leafy bed.
I ever tell any of you freaks I don't have much of a gag reflex? Well I don't. Comes in handy for eating and drinking contests. Yeah, yeah, then there's the obvious. I've sucked a couple of dicks before, and I've practiced on my toys back home. I'd only suck off guys I liked enough though. Not like many trust a girl with a beak to do that anyways.
None of that mattered as I crammed that phallic rock into my beak as far back as I could. It's over a foot long, so I wasn't able to fit it all, but my eyes were watering and my tongue was slipping and sliding over the cold, smooth hardness taking up all of my mouth.
Then I started to bob my head. I might not suck many dicks, but I like to think I'm good at it. I took that thing to the hilt before pulling it all the way back out, before diving back onto it again.
Naturally I stroked myself with my free hand while I was sucking the cock-rock. But I wasn't going to use my hand any longer than I had to. It only took a few minutes for me to get that stone good and slick with spit. Warmed up a bit too, which let me imagine I was sucking the real deal more easily. My imagination kicked in, and I could almost smell the musk of a guy I was sucking off, hear his words of encouragement, feel his hand on my head.
I took my new toy out of my mouth and almost shoved it into my snatch first thing. Then I decided I'd rather have a bit more fun with it first. I looked down at my rack and began to tease one nipple, then the other with the tip of the rock. The whole time I was groaning and growling loud as I could. Almost wished someone could hear me while I rubbed this stone dick over my tits.
Then I got on my hands and knees and nestled it into my cleavage. Was a little surprised at how much of it vanished into my rack as I squeezed it together. Are my boobs bigger??? They sure feel like it. Nipples look thicker and longer too now that I look at them.
Lowering my shoulders to the bed, I bounced my cock-rock up and down while squishing and grinding it between my breasts. Ever so often the tip would pop out of my cleavage, and I would lick at it. Then I shifted so my wrists pressed my tits together while my fingers pinched and rolled my nipples. Again my imagination kicked in, and I could almost see a handsome griffon under me, his legs around my ribs as I rested my chest in his lap.
But this was all just teasing myself. I knew where I really wanted it. I gave my stone dick a parting kiss before removing it from my cleavage and moving it behind. My tail had been curled aside in anticipation for some time now. I traced the tip of the cock-rock around my drooling pussy lips, and prodded at my clit a few times. That made me ooze down my legs and onto the stone.
Finally, with a loud sigh, I pushed it home. Then, I began pumping it in and out as hard as I could. What can I say? I like it rough.
Even though I was holding it in one hand and couldn't really be on all fours, I had no trouble imagining I was taking it from behind. I could imagine the sounds well enough. My pussy was making plenty of lewd squelching noises and gripping the stone dick inside it almost as tight as a fist. Wasn't too much work to imagine the grunts of a horny male plowing me.
I honestly wasn't counting how many times I came. Was just too damn tied up in my fantasy of getting straight-up BRED by a big sexy stud. I could feel his hands on my shoulders, his balls slapping against my clit, the heat of his pre - and later his cum - as he jizzed in me again and again.
Just like when I first killed that goat, I roared with each orgasm. My face was down in the leaves of my bed, and my ass was straight up in the air as I soaked that new dildo over and over again. By the time I'd gotten my fill and my fantasy had faded, the sun was lower in the sky, and I was sore all over.
So I guess it goes without saying I didn't work much on the ruins today. Oh well, there's always tomorrow. It's just something to do until someone comes to fuck pick me up, right? Heh, wanna know a secret? I was on my knees bouncing on my cock-rock while I was writing this. Kept both my hands free. Think I'll do this every time I write a chapter. That'd be fun!
-Gilda